Castration Warehouse - Part 5

Castration Warehouse - Part Five

Based on an original story by RackTheSack 

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While Jack remained briefly unconscious, Mitch and his men got to work setting up for their next torture of the young stud’s gargantuan nuts. Mitch took a length of slender rubber tubing and wrapped it around the root of the football jock’s heavily dangling ballsac, cinching it tight, but not tight enough to significantly impair blood flow to the massive eggs below. He then continued to wrap the tubing down the length of the big, hairless scrotum, creating a narrow cylinder of twined rubber rope surrounding the neck of Jack’s sac and the all-important cords, tubes, and cables contained within, while also forcing the big balls themselves farther and farther down in his scrotum. The big blond muscle bull already knew that Jack’s powerful nuts could endure an extreme stretch from testing them out earlier that evening, but he settled for creating ‘only’ a six inch stretch to the young man’s bollocks, doubling their normal dangle and causing the huge orbs to bulge bright and shiny in their sac. He then wound the remainder of the rubber tubing separately around each ball, splitting them and pushing out each mammoth gonad to either side. 

Satisfied with his rope work, Mitch then began wrapping a thin copper wire around the vast bulk of Jack’s trussed up left nut, creating several dozen loops around that goliath orb, before doing the same to the stud’s equally massive right ball, until they were both encased in a dense but delicate lattice of bright copper wire. He then hooked up the other ends of the wires to an industrial-grade electric generator. 

Right around the time Mitch was done with his preparations, Jack came to with a gasp and a start. His blue eyes flew open, and he quickly realized that he hadn’t woken up from his nightmare — his dire predicament was real. His aching limbs were still stretched out in a spread eagled fashion, his muscular ass still burned from his recent deflowering, and his balls throbbed with a deep, roaring ache like he’d just played half a dozen football games back to back, each one filled with brutal below-the-belt tackles and heavy blows to his unprotected balls. The enormously muscular lad began to pull and twist against his bindings once again, tearfully pleading for the five big men to release him, insisting he was innocent of anything that he’d been accused of. 

Mitch just looked at Jack in dispassionate cruelty and replied, “I honestly don’t know what you’ve been accused of, Jack, nor do I. It doesn’t matter. My men and I have been paid to perform a job, and we’re gonna do it.” Ignoring Jack’s fresh cries for mercy, the big blond pointed down at the set up between the young man’s heroically muscular, wide-spread legs and said, “While you were out, I got you all set up for the next phase in your torture. I’ve wrapped an insulating rubber cord around your nutsac to protect the rest of your body, and then trussed up your big baby makers in a tight cage made of highly conductive copper wiring, which is connected to this big generator here. That way, I can fry your fat nuts as much as I want, while keeping most of the electricity from affecting the rest of your body. Oh, and this generator? It packs a hell of a lot more of a punch than that simple tens unit I was using on your cock and ass earlier. Sounds exciting, huh? Let’s begin!” 

Without additional preamble, Mitch set the generator to 20 percent power with an interval of 2 seconds on and 2 second off. He flipped the switch, and Jack’s entire body arched backwards as he screamed in new agony. His balls were already tremendously tender and sensitive after having pumped out seven loads, being crushed almost flat for over an hour, and then brutally sucker punched by eight fists when already on the verge of cracking apart, so even a light caress would have been painful for him at this point. But the large electrical current now coursing through his wired up bollocks was anything but a gentle caress — it felt like his tortured testicles were being ripped apart from the inside out! 

“Aw, stop screaming, you big baby!” Mitch teased as he watched Jack’s gorgeous body buck and tremble as the powerful electrical current scorched through his bound balls. “We’re only at twenty percent — we have a long way to go before we reach maximum power!” 

One of the other men grabbed a pair of stubby violet-colored wands from the peg board, walked back to Jack, and turned the devices on. The tips of the wands began to glow with a pale blue light as small sparks crackled from the business end, and Jack’s blue eyes grew even wider as he watched the eagerly grinning man bring the tips closer and closer to his massively muscular chest. The smiling thug targeted the succulent paps of Jack’s beautiful nipples, touching the tip of each wand to the hard pebble of coral-colored flesh gracing his fantastic pecs. Tiny bands of blue lightning arced from the tips of the wands to the young man’s nipples, a sharp electrical zapping sound accompanying the fresh scream that was torn from Jack’s beautiful lips. 

“C’mon boys! There’s plenty of acreage here on this stud’s huge, muscular body for additional torment! Go grab some more goodies from the wall, while I crank up the juice on Jack’s freakishly huge balls.” 

Mitch dialed the generator up to 30 percent, eliciting even louder screams from the bound hunk, while the other men happily followed the big blond’s commands. Two of the men grabbed tasers off of the peg board, and amused themselves by randomly using them to shock Jack wherever it suited their fancy — the deep well of his muscular and hairy armpits, his exquisitely chiseled and lean flanks, the rippling cobblestones of his extraordinary 8-pack, the corded muscles of his inner thighs, the sides of his bullish neck, the long snaking tube of his limp horse cock, the small of his narrow and dramatically tapering back, and even the winking rosebud of his tight and quivering asshole. Jack jumped and jerked in his heavy chains with each sharp shock as the men laughed and taunted him. 

The cruel blond muscle bull cranked the generator up to 50 percent and declared, “Here’s some more juice for your big bull balls, Jack! You’re halfway there!” 

Jack was now genuinely in hell, and he was thrashing so hard against his restraints that it looked like he might literally tear his own body apart. He was in such a haze of agony that he didn’t see the fifth thug standing off to the side, lubing up his own huge cock and balls, and then taking up position behind the screaming stud. 

The bound muscle stud suddenly felt a second cock rubbing up the crack of his ass, and a fresh despair overwhelmed him. With one brutal thrust, the big man plunged his rock hard cock into Jack’s already raped ass and started roughly pumping in and out of the muscular shit chute, the burning pain causing the young man to violently arch his back in response. But that painful and degrading sensation was still nothing compared to the inferno of agony exploding inside of his electrocuted bollocks. 

Mitch dialed up the generator once again and said, “We’re at seventy percent now, Jack! Most men would have passed out by this point, but I gotta hand it to you — you are one tough fucker! You might even be the first to take it all the way!” 

Meanwhile, the grunting goon ravaging Jack’s dense and chiseled muscle ass said, “Holy shit, you guys! You gotta feel this! This fuckin’ stud is tighter than a virgin on her wedding night! He’s squeezing my big dick something fierce! And the electrical current that’s getting past the rubber cord is tickling my balls! It’s fucking AMAZING!!” 

Incredibly, Jack’s own cock began to rise once more, galvanized by the renewed pounding his prostate was now receiving. As the handsome hunk writhed and thrashed in mind-warping agony, his mighty cock quickly bloated to its full, majestic 14.5 inches, making it look for all the world like the captive football hunk was ENJOYING the beyond brutal tortures. 

While the thug behind kept on rutting vigorously in Jack’s tight and muscular ass, and the three other big men continued zapping the young man’s wildly thrashing body with wands and tasers, Mitch gradually turned up the voltage on the generator until it was cranking out electricity at full power, truly hammering Jack’s big man eggs with truly massive bolts of destructive power. The young man’s copper-enmeshed ballsac was turning an angrier and angrier shade of red as the gigantic testicles within threatened to cook clear through! 

“Aw fuck, man!! I’m gonna CUM!!” the rutting ruffian shouted as he began to power wash Jack’s prostate with huge slugs of spunk, bathing the sex gland in the thick and gloopy fluid. The feeling of the hot spray against his tight prostate sent Jack over the edge as well, and he started pumping out a fresh orgasm. Enormous slugs of ropey and smelly smegma blasted out in huge, graceful arcs across the room, adding to the vast slippery mess of sperm on the gray cement floor. It was a gigantic ejaculation, a fountain of unfathomable virility, made even more mind-bogglingly impressive by being his eighth such load of the night! 

“Let’s give our stud here a proper send off!” Mitch shouted gleefully. Two of the goons, armed with a taser in each hand, knelt down to either side of the hollering, convulsing, orgasming hunk and, at an unspoken signal, slammed their taser-armed fists together, each pinning a dark red, spasming bollock between the metal tines, and turned their tasers on full blast. 

The effects were devastating. 

Jack’s entire muscular body froze in a rictus of paralyzed agony, his blue eyes wide, his powerful chiseled jaw clenched, every muscle bulging in fantastic relief, thick and tortured veins popping out even bigger all over his glorious form, his stunningly handsome face locked in a mask of shock and horror. He was caught in mid orgasm, and even the powerful ejaculatory muscles in his crotch and cock were paralyzed by the enormous bolts of electricity that were now slamming into his nuts on a continuous, non-stop basis. 

Yet even this extreme level of pain and abuse couldn’t halt the young man’s almighty orgasm once it was already in progress. Instead of rocketing out of his cock in great thundering salvos, Jack’s beyond prodigious load began pouring out of his quivering, vibrating cock in a continuous, lush, pulsating river, painting the long column of his veiny and girthy cock in thick sheets of creamy spew, which then ran down the long neck of his tightly roped scrotum and onto his frying balls. It was a colossal cum load, one of his biggest of the night, and it kept pulsing out of Jack’s electrocuted cock with no end in sight. 

“That’s right, you elephant hung bull stud!!” Mitch shouted at the convulsing, frothing muscle hunk. “You can TAKE it!! Fuck yeah!! PUMP out that fuckin’ colossal bull load of yours, you fuckin’ BEAST!!” 

Jack was beyond hearing by that point, the all-encompassing pain tearing his tortured mind apart. His orgasm raged onward, though, creating a vast and growing puddle of spunk beneath his tightly bound body. The big man behind him, his own orgasm complete, roughly yanked his cock out of the lad’s spasming ass with a sharp yelp, rubbing at his still rock hard organ, which had felt just a fraction of the electrical shock shooting through Jack’s body. With two big stud loads now pumped into his muscular guts, filling them to overflowing, thick trickles of spunk began to burp out of Jack’s violated asshole and run in white, creamy rivulets down his inner thighs. 

Finally, the fourth thug, the one armed with the two violet taser wands, entered the fray, digging the tips of his electrified wands deep into the dense and beefy tissues of Jack’s cruelly used testes, and unleashed their full charge into the quivering orbs. 

A lesser man’s balls would have simply exploded under the awesome assault, exploding like a huge pair of baked potatoes left in the microwave for too long, but Jack’s herculean huevos somehow managed to survive. 

Jack’s body began to convulse violently, his brilliant blue eyes rolling back into his head and frothing drool pouring out of his open mouth. His monumental orgasm had finally shuddered to a cease, but the insanely brutal electrical assault continued for nearly a full minute longer. At a shouted command from Mitch, the tasers and wands were removed as one, and the generator was shut off. Jack’s savagely flexing body immediately collapsed like a wooden puppet with its strings cut, his magnificent form hanging limp and unconscious from his steel bindings once more.